The drum within my chest
beats its tune in singular voice
amongst a crowd of many.
It slows and speeds in step with my mood
before that is even known to me.
My timekeeper,
my emotional witness,
this pulsing heart in sacred dance,
matches my step
moment by moment,
thought by thought,
action by action.
My timeless companion,
most loyal to me
though I pay it no heed
most of the time.
Unseen,
Unnoticed,
I count on its steady cadence
not to hiccup,
but to fill my being
with its magnificent beat.
(c) 2017 Iris B. Struller